I Am a Feature, Not a Bug
A friend sold the condo where we all used to hang out. The comment thread turned into a roast. One line survived it.
Condo for Sale
A friend put her condo on the market. Not just a place — the one where the whole crew used to hang out.
The listing went up. The comments turned into a roast roughly four seconds later.
The Back and Forth
You know the rhythm. Matt went first, arguing the price seemed low given the amount of time he'd spent there and the amount of queso he'd eaten.
I pointed out that she'd have to disclose he'd been there, which could hurt the property value.
This Was Never a Full-On Beef
No coasts. No diss tracks. Nobody's cousin got involved.
More of a Wally and the Beaver giving each other the business situation.
And that's when Matt replied with the infamous phrase.
I AM A FEATURE, NOT A BUG!
All caps. No hesitation.
What the Listing Left Out
Somewhere in the middle of the roast, everybody landed on the same thing anyway. A lot of great memories in that condo, for all of us.
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